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There was a  time a few hundred years ago when there was a  story that most people don't know about the time of Shakespeare and the theater in the round how they found a way to make more money than what was legally bound by means of a childs game tmusical chairs of sorts   before the game existed all for profit all for the people I'm sure they insisted no it was not for the people it was a calculated game of how to blame others for failing to receive their rightful due   and that's why the shysters of the day would sell rich people one seat one comfortable place to watch the show without any problem and the poor people in the cheap seats they would sell hundreds more than were available why .....? ...why of course its the game of musical chairs so to speak t They realized there would be fights  breaking out with yells and screams and horrid shouts that would bring the cops The  order takers Order keepers to all those fighting dragging those on the ground away and then it would be seats  for all and more profit for the ones who did the deed of selling the seats in planting the seeds of discontent. Today there are politician who choose to play this game just the same as then as they seek to overcrowd the poor not with cheap seats but the places in whicht we live the inner cities All iin the same Hope that the show is for the rich and the rich will enjoy all thats there Prosperity enough ...hopefully to pass out the tips The Leftovers the bestowed no one's going to listen to the poor the disenchanted he angry ones who paid dearly for nothing who got everything they deserved according to the ones who served those who they believed were worthy people were the ones ... ....who had power the  ones who could help them never realizeing that they too were sitting in the cheap seats you  do ...you get what you pay for and  you will pay what you got. Adam was just dust until he was formed and only by the Breath of life did he become a living soul.
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Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 10:44 AM UTC
, musical chairs was not always a game
There was a  time a few hundred years ago when there was a  story that most people don't know about the time of Shakespeare and the theater in the round how they found a way to make more money than what was legally bound by means of a childs game tmusical chairs of sorts   before the game existed all for profit all for the people I'm sure they insisted no it was not for the people it was a calculated game of how to blame others for failing to receive their rightful due   and that's why the shysters of the day would sell rich people one seat one comfortable place to watch the show without any problem and the poor people in the cheap seats they would sell hundreds more than were available why .....? ...why of course its the game of musical chairs so to speak t They realized there would be fights  breaking out with yells and screams and horrid shouts that would bring the cops The  order takers Order keepers to all those fighting dragging those on the ground away and then it would be seats  for all and more profit for the ones who did the deed of selling the seats in planting the seeds of discontent. Today there are politician who choose to play this game just the same as then as they seek to overcrowd the poor not with cheap seats but the places in whicht we live the inner cities All iin the same Hope that the show is for the rich and the rich will enjoy all thats there Prosperity enough ...hopefully to pass out the tips The Leftovers the bestowed no one's going to listen to the poor the disenchanted he angry ones who paid dearly for nothing who got everything they deserved according to the ones who served those who they believed were worthy people were the ones ... ....who had power the  ones who could help them never realizeing that they too were sitting in the cheap seats you  do ...you get what you pay for and  you will pay what you got. Adam was just dust until he was formed and only by the Breath of life did he become a living soul.
keith-w-fletcher
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Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 10:44 AM UTC
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